I see something in you,
That I cannot stand.
The subtle shift in a whispering break.
A tear in the clasp of your hand.
A reflection in my tone.
That lingers in the air.
The thundering fall of your tears.
A love that you could no longer bear.
Oh love, I hate something in you.
It’s something I dread to see.
The same words to be expressed,
When you decided you didn’t want to be with me.
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